“Rinordiysk... Ancient and eternally new, eternally noisy and shining and - at the same time - ominously silent; a city of fireworks and black shadows, changeable, deceptive, like the stained glass windows of the Sokol Cathedral: you won’t understand whether those lips are curled into a smile or a grin, whether peaceful calm is reflected in the eyes or hidden bitterness. Like a big beast, he lay down on the hills: now he quietly dozes, now he opens his sleepless wicked eye, now he closes it again.” Rinordiysk is the capital of an unnamed distant country... However, sometimes it is very similar to ours. Here the whims of crazy dictators collide with mystical inexplicable phenomena... But first of all, these are stories about living and real people. Continuation of “Idol”. Eighty years later, the same city still stands in this place, although the people are now completely different... Or still, not quite?